Do Not Touch My Wife!

As Zoey waited for his response, she couldn't help noticing his well-sculpted face.

From the look of the wheelchair, it had clearly been modified to accommodate his long legs.

And yet, his impeccably pressed suit didn't seem the least bit rumpled despite him being a cripple.

"Sir, I found the…" A man in a similar suit rushed out from the street leading to the Smith family's residence but suddenly paused upon seeing his boss with a girl.

He had a small stub on his chin, and a gold-rimmed pair of glasses rested on his nose.

"Smoking is bad for your lungs." The man on wheelchair didn't bother to look behind him and instead chided Zoey.

Realizing he wasn't going to let her into his car, she moved away from the sign and took out another cigarette to light.

"I know. I don't intend to use them for very long."

She had just placed it between her lips when the man wheeled himself over and snatched it again.

Snapping it in half, he called out to the bespectacled man.

"Sebastian, is there chamomile tea in the car?"

"You don't…" Sebastian swallowed the rest of his sentence upon hearing the his boss' next words.

"Bring it and give it to this young lady. She wants to put something in her mouth so badly, so let's give her tea."

"No. That tastes terrible." Zoey outrightly refused, but both men ignored her.

As the bespectacled man raced to get the tea from the car, the man in the wheelchair wheeled himself closer, just to make sure she wasn't secretly smoking.

At this, she lowered herself to his level, looking him dead in the eyes and clicked her tongue suspiciously.

"You wear such a nice suit, drive an Audi, and have an assistant. You must be a wealthy man."

The man said nothing and waited until his assistant returned when the tea.

Zoey watched them, perplexed.

Seeing them pour the tea, she turned and tried to run away, but the bespectacled man quickly blocked her path while the crippled man sighed.

"I'm in a wheelchair. Don't move so recklessly."

"I'm not the reason you're in a wheelchair." The words were out of her mouth before she registered them as rude and insensitive.

The man chuckled.

This foul-mouthed brat. No single ounce of pity in her gaze, tone or words.

But that was why he was here.

In truth, he was bored and had no desire to go into the house he was visiting. Instead, he found himself intrigued by this stubborn, sharp-tongued girl.

Pushing the tea into her palm, he mummed, "I have a private jet."

"Lucky you." She nodded, flashing him a sarcastic smile.

He squinted his eyes at her.

What? Was she looking down on him because he was in a wheelchair?

However, before he could say anything, she moved the teacup to her lips, begrudgingly downing the tea in few gulps.

Handing the cup to Sebastian, she raised a questioning brow at his boss.

"Mister, by any chance, are you a pervert or kidnapper waiting for me to let down my guard?"

"I'm not."

Her eyes instantly fell.

"That's sad."

For the second time that night, he was bewildered.

Tearing her eyes away from him, she continued, "I was going to offer you money to kidnap me in your Audi to the countryside."

He turned to stare at her.

Either she had no survival instincts whatsoever, or she had too many and was overly confident in them.

A moment later, he patted his wheelchair.

"I gave you my chamomile tea. The least you can do is push me to my car."

She glared at him.

"I never asked you to."

"Vomit it then." He scoffed pettily.

Left with no choice, she pushed him to the car.

After Sebastian lifted him in, he stretched his hand toward her. "Your cell."

She shook her head, "You're not my type."

The corners of his lips and he strongly resisted the urge to look himself over.

This tasteless girl. He was the ideal man most women dreamed about being with. Even as a cripple, most women couldn't wait to be with him.

The only thing they couldn't stand was being with a man who would never stand on his own.

Seeing his still outstretched hand, she eventually reached into her pocket and handed him her phone.

After dialing his number and calling his line, he saved it and returned the phone to her.

"Here. I saved it as Wealthy Mister."

"Don't get me wrong. It's not because you're in a wheelchair, you're just not my type." She felt it was only right to clarify.

Then she stepped backward and slammed the car door shut.

He unwound the window and looked at her from inside.

"If you don't intend to live very well, at least keep your organs healthy and give them to someone deserving in the future."

As they spoke, Kate stepped out looking for Zoey and quickly took several pictures of the scene. Then rushed back inside before either of them noticed.

Her parents had gone to bed. First thing tomorrow, she'd show them what their so-called biological child was up to after storming out of dinner!

Behind her, Zoey remained unaware, quietly making her way to the room given to her.

It was nothing like her room in the countryside.

So shabby.

She sat on the bed and sighed. So hard. And they were so wealthy, yet they had a bed from such a nameless company?

As she got settled into bed, the Audi remained silent as they drove back.

After a while, Sebastian glanced at his boss through the rear-view mirror.

"We should be at the Smiths' now, not returning to Leith Gardens. The sooner you meet their biological daughter who returned today, the faster your marriage and your position at Leith Group will be secured."

Adding a bunny emoticon to the number of the girl he had just met, Alden Leith didn't raise his head as he mumbled a reply.

"She turns nineteen in three months. We'll hold off our engagement until then."

"I understand how you feel about this marriage, but you don't seem to have another choice. Before she change's her mind like Kate Smith, you should get acquainted with her." Sebastian suggested and reached for the contract he'd seen in the Smith family's mailbox which they bound for Leith Gardens.

Stepping on the brakes, he stretched the contract behind him to Alden, "I saw this in their mailbox earlier."

Alden lowered his phone and reached for the contract.

Scanning it with his eyes, he paused on the only cursive signature on it.

Zoelle Smith.